Light Yagami Lyrics

Take your shit, and get the fuck out of my seat

This bitch giving head for too long, she need some new knees

Keep that nine on me in the field like I'm Drew Brees

It's funny how you acting different when your crew leave

Indian scammer split the pay, he give me rupees

Paint a picture on your block, you think I'm Bob Ross

Why you keep throwing up them dubs when your squad lost

Respray the whole whip, how much the job cost

You ain't never start a whip with a fob off

My pocket's Peter Griffin, your pocket's as big as Stewie

Snitch cook you up a meal, this ain't Ratatouille

All my bitches bad, really had to spank they booty

Your bitches ain't bad, cause they look like Judge Judy

White Moncleezy on me, looking like a meth coat

Room full of hoes, finding out who give the best throat

Throw her body in the lake, I'm trying to see if Beth float

Fuck around, and write your name in the death note

I always hated L's, think I'm Light Yagami

Cop it if it sells, that's the right policy

I ain't pulling up unless you cop the right quantity

Hate dirty bitches, but that's how the Sprite gotta be

I see pussy everyday, like I work at PetSmart

Only bad bitches on my roster, check the depth chart

Counting up the money that I made, that's the best part

Three, two, one, go, gave yo ass a head start

Keep that five like Abe Lincoln, I'm not with that day drinking

You be daydreaming 'bout that money, you should stay thinking

Not okay with the blinking, so much ice I be rinking

All the pounds that I copped is the reason New York sinking

You should go and level up, you ain't never had a buck

Spinning like Tasmanian, I got my devil up

You is really just a cuck, you like to watch your wife

Feeling like an emo kid, the way I keep a knife

Aye, bitch, or like the UK

Put that white on her teeth like it's toothpaste

Gave weed to the army it got the troops laced

You an industry plant, boy, you fruit-based

Three, six, five, on my opps, I be daily spinning

Think I need to sit down, weed and the quagey hitting

So many baby bottles looking like I'm babysitting

So many blue pills looking like I may be cripping

Killed your only son, stopped your bloodline

I ain't high all the time, only sometimes

Got that Nick Cannon if you cross that drumline

Shorty straight, but forgot about that one time

It's basic, only serving, white it's like I'm racist

Spanish bitches love me like I'm Julio Iglesias

The trap looking like it's from an episode of Shameless

Lay down, bitch, take this dick, it's gon' be painless

Syke, bitch, I'm Jason Luv

Bitch, you know you a fiend when you chasing drugs

Made a hundred off the trap, I can't make this up

A fiend won't come back to shop if he take too much

Yeah, free Narcan

Brody swinging with a stick like he Tarzan

I'm with Lava Woman, this is Sharkman

Bro pushing gas like he opened up a fart stand